A feminized basket ball player

How wrong I was.

My wife grabbed my cock through the fabric of the bikini bottom and brutally wrenched it downward between my legs. The pain and the shock of her action was enough to erase any arousal I had been experiencing, and I felt my erection shrivel. “You will keep this pathetic thing hidden from sight, between the cheeks of your little faggot ass.” she said. I almost cried. I had been so excited, so hopeful. The thought of my powerful wife bringing me to a climax as I stood in front of her humiliated in a white bikini had been almost too much to bear. I was terribly disappointed, and also afraid of what was to come next. She looked at me and laughed. “You thought I was going to play with that pathetic excuse of a cock of yours? I’m afraid that is not going to happen. No, I am afraid that you have lost the privilege of sex with me. I always saw it as a burden, a simple obligation of marriage. I am relieved I won’t have to endure having sex with you anymore. But don’t think I am done with you. I will still use you for my amusement, but first I have to get you ready.” She motioned to the sliding glass door that led out to the pool. “Outside with you, we are going to get you nice and tanned.”